In gentle adult arms as an infant, on a teeter-totter as a toddler, weightless at the apex of a swing at Olympia Elementary School in Westlake, Daly City during my wonderful kindergarten year.  Then John F. Kennedy died.

We still rode in my Uncle Barney’s convertible down some steep San Francisco streets like Bullit’s Steve McQueen and Michael Douglas and Karl Malden did.

My Grandma Tici would say to her son, “Go fast now Barney!” We flew off a plateau and I felt the sex.  Then it was jumping off a locomotive at Playland at the Beach. That light feeling in the balls. I would feel something sometimes at the end of a piss before bed, but nothing like this cum feeling.

Religious would say a precursor  or “glimpse” of what might come: #Orgasm.  As teens I duplicated Barney’s antics about a dozen times.  My friend tried it and wrecked his parents’ Karman Ghia.

Then there’s the doji…

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John Matt Rubens original title and text from May,2013; 12-29-2015 6:25 pm PST: I’m 57 & 3/4 years old today and decided to elaborate.

I can’t be sure, but there’s a waltz playing on KUSC right now, Johann Strauss II’s Vienna Blood. I could swear that work was part of the repertoire at the merry-go-round next to the locomotive at Playland.